Leslie’s POV


    What a coincidence–Eric’s birthday was the very next day.


    <b>33 </b>


    Finished


    He went all out this year, throwing a one–of–a–kind party directly inside the Frost Pack estate.


    While the Frost Pack might not rival Rogue Pack within the werewolf kingdom, its influence in human society was massive. Eric’s birthday party didn’t just include celebrities from the business world–it was packed with political bigwigs too, including a former senator. The scale of it all was downright extravagant.


    I wore a strapless, floor–length gown in deep forest green. The design was simple but elegant, the color made my skin look even fairer by contrast. I turned heads.


    My personal Beta butler, an old–fashioned pureblood Beta, came to pick me up. When he saw me, he gave an approving nod.


    “You look absolutely stunning today, Miss.”


    I smiled. “Obviously.”


    He smiled and stepped forward to open the car door. “Please, Miss. Allow me to drive you.”


    When we arrived, the estate was already buzzing with elites and socialites. The decor was refined and luxurious.


    Even I was a little stunned.


    “This is way too much for just a birthday. What’s Eric trying to prove?”


    My Beta chuckled softly, stepped out of the car to open my door, and offered an exnation.


    “I believe this was Icefang Alpha’s idea. He’s using this opportunity to help Eric choose a future


    Luna”


    That exins it. I silently nodded. Yeah, it all made sense now.


    “Leslie!”


    Am waved to me from the entryway. I saw her immediately and smiled as I walked over.


    “Where are the others?<b>” </b>


    “Inside. I came out to meet you.” I waved goodbye to my Beta and followed Am in.


    Chapter 133 The Alpha’s Chosen Stage


    We hadn’t gone far before a voice I didn’t like stopped us in our tracks.


    33


    Finished


    “I thought Rogue Packdies were supposed to be impressive. What’s with the Beta boy toy? His scent’s so faint I can barely smell him.”


    I turned and saw a blonde woman I didn’t recognize. Her Wolf, to my ears, sounded like a yapping chihuahua trying to act tough.


    Seriously?


    “Who the hell let a mutt like you in here?” I never went easy on hyenas who thought they could snap at the queen.


    “That’s the spirit, Leslie,” my Wolf Asphodel growled approvingly in my mind. “A little mongrel dares challenge the queen wolf?”


    “The Rogue Pack woman really is as uncultured as they say,” the blonde said, obviously shaken by my presence but still mouthing off. “Name’s Natalia. You don’t know me, but I’ve heard all about you from Vera. What’s wrong? Couldn’t patch things up with your ex–husband, so now you’re chasing some dried–up old Alpha to marry?”


    Natalia?


    Hearing her name finally jogged my memory.


    She was a female Alpha from the Frost Pack up north–recently shot to fame after starring in a drama that blew up in the Dreamscape capital.


    Carl had mentioned her during one of our gossip sessions.


    Her Alpha father controls a massive crystal mine and spent a fortune to buy her the lead role.


    And apparently, she and Vera knew each other.


    Am was just about to say something when I stopped her with a hand.


    I stared Natalia down, fury simmering inside me.


    “Just because you’re from the northern Frost Pack doesn’t mean I won’t tear you apart. Take that disgusting scent of yours and get the hell away from me.”


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